The phone was disconnected with a click.
The feigned smugness on Chen Jingsong's face quickly faded, replaced by an almost murderous gloom.
His obese body shifted slightly on the hard bench, making an unpleasant rubbing sound.
He slowly turned around, his heavy eyelids pressing against his already small eyes, and looked at the manager standing behind him: "Do you have a mirror? Can I use it?"
The manager politely replied, "Yes, Mr. Chen."
This is not a prison, so the conditions are naturally much better and the management is much more relaxed. It houses high-ranking officials and dignitaries, so they are not arbitrarily scolded or beaten.
Soon, a small, ordinary square mirror with slightly worn edges was handed to Chen Jingsong.
Chen Jingsong raised the mirror, leaned closer, and stared intently at the face reflected in it—
A face bloated and disfigured by fat.
His skin was oily, his chin had several layers, and his fat, narrow eyes were now churning with undisguised ferocity and resentment.
This is what he looks like now! A fat pig that even he despises!
His gaze swept over certain uneven areas of his cheek.
Those were subtle traces left from the cosmetic surgery years ago, mostly covered by thick fat.
But he knew very well who was buried beneath that face.
It's him, Cha Shenlou! The former head of Hong Kong's most prestigious family!
Back then, in that frigid sea, the shockwave from the exploding shells and the scorching shrapnel nearly tore him apart!
Seawater poured into my mouth and nose, flames scorched my skin, and my cheeks were slashed open, exposing the bones!
He touched his face, and his fingers twitched involuntarily.
The recovery process was hellish, long and painful.
Driven by revenge and the desire to return to the Hong Kong government to carry out the "adults'" grand plan, he had no other choice!
The plastic surgeon cut open his skin and reshaped his facial bones, but that wasn't enough!
He must completely erase the name "Cha Shen Lou".
To ensure everything went perfectly, and to prevent anyone who knew Cha Shenlou from recognizing him, he followed instructions and swallowed the hormone drugs that would completely ruin his body!
Day after day, I watched myself swell up like an inflating balloon, turning into this obese and disgusting state I am now!
But what will be the cost?
His body was completely drained by those hormones, and his internal organs were under unbearable pressure!
Even his nominal foreign wife was nothing more than a tool sent by the organization to help him put on an act and monitor him!
He's been unable to sleep with women for a long time!
He hated it! He hated that face, that body!
He hated Zhou Yan and the people behind him even more!
Every breath, every heart clenching with pain from the strain, reminded him of the terrible price he had paid!
In the mirror, blood vessels gradually filled the narrow eyes, and a ferocious light almost overflowed.
The Ning family is the culprit behind the destruction of his Cha family; they must be wiped out!
Zhou Yan was the enemy who ruined him both physically and mentally; he must die!
The wealth of Hong Kong's Far East financial center and the emerald chili pepper must be his!
This is the best reward for his forbearance and self-destruction!
The fat face in the mirror stretched into a distorted arc, more like a wild beast baring its teeth than a smile.
Back then, Cha Shenlou was driven to desperation by the Ning family and those people, which led to his miserable end.
But things are different now!
The adults need him, so he has powerful backing, a constant stream of funds, and countless pawns planted in important industries!
Faced with the iron heel of Western finance, the Ning family, Zhou Yan, and all the penniless people behind him are nothing but ants trying to stop a chariot!
He looked at himself in the mirror, or rather, at the vengeful spirit of Cha Shenlou buried deep within his heart, and chuckled softly in a voice only he could hear—
"No one can stop me... This time, I'm the winner!"
...
Wan Chai Police Headquarters, Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) office. A faint smell of tobacco mixed with the scent of paper and ink filled the air.
Zhou Yan was dressed in a crisp senior police superintendent uniform, his expression cold and stern.
Evan frowned as he looked at Zhou Yan, his gaze scrutinizing him.
"Ah Yan, why did you let Bao C and the others get mixed up with the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC)? And why did you use that as a reason to apply to the magistrate for an extension of Chen Jingsong's detention period?"
Zhou Yan's expression remained unchanged: "Uncle Evan, you know better than I what situation Chen Jingsong is in now. He's the target of everyone's ire, a rat crossing the street. If he's released on bail now, the number of people in the Hong Kong government who want him dead could probably stretch from Wan Chai to Central."
Evan paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something.
He rubbed his temples and pondered, "I did receive reports that the headquarters of Jialin Group and Chen Jingsong's villa on the mountaintop have been besieged by large groups of protesters these past few days."
Emotionally charged stock market investors, some even...
Yes, they even carried the coffins of relatives who had gone bankrupt and jumped off buildings over there.
The scene was very unsightly, and patrol officers were deployed to maintain order.
Zhou Yan shoved a document in front of Evan with a swift and decisive motion.
"Not only that, Jialin Group has already initiated bankruptcy liquidation proceedings. This stock market turmoil has left countless people bankrupt. Anger will accumulate, and despair will breed violence. Once Chen Jingsong leaves the police custody, I'm afraid he won't even leave behind a complete corpse."
He paused, then added something even more weighty—
"Moreover, I've heard that the underworld has already issued a kill order against him."
The document clearly outlines the current situation of Jialin Group and the overwhelming public resentment and underworld threats facing Chen Jingsong.
Evan picked up the document and quickly scanned it. The doubt on his face gradually faded, replaced by understanding and approval.
“Ah Yan, you’ve thought this through perfectly! That’s right, we must protect Chen Jingsong; the ‘destruction’ plan still needs him to carry out the next step.”
He changed the subject, his tone becoming more relaxed: "Since Chen Jingsong is being detained for the time being, your suspension should end now. Come back and get back to work."
Evan took another file out of the drawer and handed it to Zhou Yan: "Perfect timing, there's a case that needs your attention."
Zhou Yan took the file and opened it.
Evan leaned forward slightly: "Do you remember that arms smuggling case you were investigating before?"
A dark glint flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes: "I remember."
Evan sneered, "Those guys haven't given up. They have another batch of goods to ship to the port. This time, they've chosen a new dock."
Zhou Yan raised his head, his eyes instantly turning cold and dark: "Still using Ning Qi's hand, the dock of the Ning Group's freight company?"
Evan said in a deep voice, "That's right, and the intelligence points to the fact that the mastermind is the Ning family's adopted son you've always suspected—Ning Bing'an. He and Gui Lao Si have been secretly working together." They all knew who Gui Lao Si was.
Zhou Yan's jawline was taut.
Evan continued, "Their deal is scheduled for the evening of ten days from now. Most importantly, Ning Qi will not be in Hong Kong during this time; she has gone to Shenzhen to handle some business. This is an excellent opportunity for you."
He looked at Zhou Yan, a meaningful glint in his eyes: "Yan, if we get rid of Ning Bing'an, won't Ning Qi become a widow again?"
"Hmph, such a shocking scandal involving an adopted son of the Ning family will be a perfect and heavy blow to the reputation of the Ning Group."
Evan stood up, walked to Zhou Yan's side, patted him on the shoulder again, his tone encouraging and expectant.
"Go for it, Yan! Take down Ning Bing'an, Gui Lao Si, and this batch of weapons in one fell swoop!"
Zhou Yan closed the file, his face expressionless, with only a fleeting glimpse of cold killing intent deep in his eyes.
He nodded slightly, his voice calm and even: "Understood, sir."
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